I spot you in a bar with a group of friends -- wives, girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands - at a table near mine. You're all laughing, having a good time. Friday night is always like that, the end of the week, time to relax with friends, a few drinks, no work until Monday. A lovely, jovial ambiance.
I catch your eye and I can tell by the way you look twice at me that there is something different about you. I know what you are, what you really want. The girl next to you puts her arm around you and pecks you on the cheek affectionately. She giggles in you ear. You look good together. You are both young and attractive, early to mid-twenties, a nice couple. She is very pretty, peachy skin and blonde hair falling softly across her shoulders, with a couple of wisps across her forehead. I'll bet you were High School sweethearts. You look over the girl's shoulder at me and I would love to tell you how your dark, inset eyes just ooze sex. I wonder how I can prise you away from the throng. I am on my own so I can wait for my opportunity.
It comes about five minutes later...
It looks like your round and you go to the bar clasping glasses. The place is crowded and I shuffle up behind you. I press myself against your arse so you can feel my hard-on. I speak to you and we exchange pleasantries. I pass you a slip of paper. "Call me," I say.
The next day I miss a call on my cell-phone. It's you, but you've left a message. Your name's Jay, you'd like to meet up. I call back and we arrange something for the following Wednesday.
We meet up out of town, a quiet, country pub. We get drinks, you a lager, me a Jack Daniels and coke. We talk, get to know each other. You tell me you have been married to the girl you were with on Friday for just over a year. No children. Me neither, and no one special in my life at the moment. We sit facing each other across the table and our knees bump. We look at each other and almost apologise at the same time, before realising how pointless that would be. We laugh about it. I love your easy manner, your warmth, your humour. I take the plunge and run my hand up the inside of your thigh and don't stop until I reach your cock. I watch the gleam in your eyes intensify. You are semi-erect and as I stroke you under the shelter of the table I feel you harden perceptibly. I waste no time in asking you back to my flat which is on the outskirts of town. You agree. We finish our drinks and go.
You come up for a nightcap. I live on the first floor and we go up a flight of stairs. Just as I put the key in the door you take hold of me, turning me around to face you. You kiss me full on the lips. I feel your tongue wriggle into my mouth like a little fish swimming upstream. I reciprocate and feel your pert arse. I'd like to take you out here on the landing, bent over the balustrade, just for the devilment of being found out by the neighbours. But good sense prevails and we go inside.
I mix some drinks and we sit on the couch where I start to loosen your clothing. I put my hand inside your shirt and feel your tit. Your nipple hardens like an airgun pellet. I kiss your neck and taste the erotic mix of salt-sweat and cologne. You are so horny. You fumble with the zip on my jeans and eventually pull my cock free. Your hand begins to wrap around it, moving along its length, and back again, and back again...
"Suck me off," I whisper in your ear, flicking my tongue at the same time. And you slip down my body, dip your head into my lap and take me in your mouth. You suck hard at first, making noise. I can tell it's your first time. "Easy," I tell you. "Take your time, Jay." You settle into an easy rhythm and I watch your dark head bob under the light of the table lamp. "You'd better suck me nicely, you little whore," I tease. Or I may have to spank you, or worse." You almost bring me to a climax and I have to stop you before it's too late. I have more important things on my mind and I need to pace myself.
